For April 2

soot/basalt the moon in her orbit spins on a spit soot/basalt endless ocean of snow glass/ice glints on concrete fire hold what you hold tight even when your hands go numb memorize the contours memorize your breath frozen fog held suspended every footprint echoes traceable even in darkness soot/basalt a trial of bones glass/ice the moon in her orbit spins on a spit give me the desert deconstructed a pile of sand under snow blowing a trail of words aspirated inundated warped and waving in full moon light hold what you hold soot/basalt sifted glowing